The reason I can’t use drugs,
Is because even when sober,
I find reality,
So unrecognizable from fantasy.
Unprovoked, your image emerges,
That light beam of a smile,
A face I can’t stop staring at,
Even when I’m kissing it.
I’m really not one to lust (lies),
But I hope for a feeling more meaningful,
Still, WOW! What a sweet small of a back,
My hands are forever grateful.
I am writing this, really, because I feel stuck,
Because attempting to move deeper,
Is a gamble with luck,
It's a contest with option A who hovers around you af.
It's a demanding of affection,
An admittance to needing your attention,
A hoping to adhered expectation,
And disgustingly open communication.
I can’t have that,
I was gonna be a bad this year,
As red as I wanted to get this month,
I'm saving my tear.
I don't know what I mean to say.
I sit; confused by no one and nothing.
Mind wonders unprovoked by the world or even by a neighbor.
No one hears what I mean to say. Im processing, im certain of it!
Staring straight ahead. Head slightly tilted in unknowing, but somehow,
for some strange reason,
thoughtful?
Ah thoughtful;
That's it, I quit! Not thinking of course. Thoughts never seem to quit. I haven't been thoughtful all day I say;
Im going to wrest my brain. I can't think of much more right now. My mind is full for some unknown, but thoughtful reason.
Im convinced of it!
Looks like it has a firm foundation
A nice yard for kids to play
Walls sturdy and insulated
And a long rounded driveway
There's a paddock in the back
A barn fit for royalty
A stream with fresh fish
And an owner known for loyalty
He made a promise, unprovoked
I received, and drove on, down the road
Losing friends, cars, homes
As the grief kept piling on my heavy load
Again and again, the path winds
Hills and valleys come and go
Hope barely remains in tact
When will I reap the harvest LOVE sews
Today I passed a marker on the way
No, it was the threshold of a door
My fears are the enemy
That have kept me from having more
Money and men seeking power
Stood as black smoke over my eyes
But today I see the ARCHITECT
And we rejected the lies
I am worthy of all I desire
The jewels of my heart proclaim
I open and welcome
Blessings and honor assigned to my name.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-21-2025
Grace once took me by the throat
And squeezed until I gave up Pride,
But Pride remained still unprovoked
As will began to slowly die
So faith stepped up and begged for hope
But hope preferred unstable waters,
Which brought despair on noose and rope
And silenced all I had that mattered
Yet faith prevailed, though by a smidge
As small and simple took the win,
For little triumphs made me rich
And progress I did find therein
Tonight’s Dinner Menu
Tonight’s dinner menu is:
one bowl of
in the manner of,
half a bowl of
in spite of
everything sprinkled with
spite of
small efforts and
small expectations, a plate of
another’s and
on the other hands, and
a tall glass of
the outcome of
a situation thought of
collectively as
morning unprovoked attacks.
Standing tall, beaming with pride,
finally clean from this world’s poison.
I reached for the skies with no need to hide,
thanking God for the blessed horizon.
What bliss when the air was pristine.
On cloud nine, there was no smoke in sight.
For the first time since I was thirteen,
Blue skies mended ashy blight.
A storm came unprovoked,
hurling me down below.
Blood spilled; bedrock soaked.
There was nowhere else to go.
A haunting sight, filled with wrath.
So be it, it’s not a crime.
Standing once again on this path,
I have no choice but to climb.
SMJ
When day becomes night
And night becomes day
The cycle continues
With less on display
For chapters reopen
And life unrehearsed
The card that you played
Was never dealt first
The life that you want
Is merely in reach
And wanting is lacking
While lacking is need
You've spoken much softer
Than many will know
But feeble the child
When he comes unprovoked
yes put in prison
bad really bad
not unprovoked
coup ten four
nearly half score
different tongues
east west religion allegiance
outside
virgin merrika break promise
bill george barry donny
angie admit minsk
buy time pump arms
one fourkay east dead
meanwhile
roulette politic
phantom rushing
doing same both side usual
smoke mirrors bait switch bump
cry smile shout you essay
you know usual while
mic
well forget now
donny pause get joey
oh humanity
chief can start not stop mic
Jesus must explain
yes yes crime wanted connection
zel promise peace
joey change script
czar said too far
joey promise no more north stream
surenough nine month
come true
three war tank tank
delivery who knows when
food meds house teachers roads broke
mic one with eleven zeros climbing
keep going til czar rational
not let opp regret fly or
back down like did end two double v two
please lol history books texas
you essay virgin merrika love fodder people
fly flag virgin merrika
hail bearer mars midas
roulette rushing talking
points
aim fire
not my ten nine boy
y'all lying thieving
pieces canine scat
They say a picture Is worth a 1000 words?
A picture is multiple complex ideas that can be conveyed by single still images,
However, a picture does not capture someone's inner essence or uncover ones hidden encryptions, it has limits.
Like I cannot smell your scent through a still image, or see that glint, that sparkle in your eyes,
It doesn't talk to me like you did, or laugh with me like you did, or even at me like you did, many times,
I can't hear your voice through a picture, it's just pixelated colour of memories, good, old, past, times,
But it doesn't capture a true uninstructed smile you'd give a real smile from ear to ear from time to time,
It doesn't capture the little unprovoked annoyingly annoying things you'd do little things that just made you, you
A picture may well be worth 1000 wonderouse words but I'd trade every single one to see you the whole of you.
Even if it was for just one last time, and I'd snap a selfie still because if I can't have you a picture will just have to do.
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
As loneliness echoes till sunset,
From restless dreams beneath forest path,
Spent; to wake in a sheen of sweat.
Past epoch made a new reset,
Awaking longing grief footpath,
As loneliness echoes till sunset.
Foliage hues fade and all forget,
With each step, deep amber earth hath
Spent; to wake in a sheen of sweat.
Wands of pine sway to the taste of wet
Chilly nights soulful aftermath
As loneliness echoes till sunset.
Nature distant calls once obscure, met,
Bleakness fades with unprovoked wrath,
Spent; to wake in a sheen of sweat.
Nostalgia's dapple scent is let
Along the river flow towpath,
As loneliness echoes till sunset
Spent; to wake in a sheen of sweat.
11/15/2022
2. Quote #2 - Inspiration with a theme of - Nature
Writing Challenge - ''V'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
The world is far from being a perfect place
Pretty sure that's a well known fact
If so, world peace would be the name of the game
Instead of killing and unprovoked attacks
It's hard to imagine what that would be like
It hasn't ever happened before
It sure would take a whole lot of getting used to
So foreign, a world without wars
What would we do with our war machines
Dismantle them and sell them for scrap
With no further wars, countries aligned as one
No need for any of that crap
Is this old guy dreaming, did I nod off for a while
Better belt myself on the noggin
If I happen to survive for another hundred years
More likely to see ghosts and goblins
There’s Nothing Like a Good War
There’s nothing like a good war.
I watched a video of men killing men
Rapid fire, rapid death, rapid fear
When will we ever learn? Never?
It’s in our DNA and used against us
Goad a man, tell him his country needs him
Tell him, to go kill the villagers
Tell him, they deserve it. His gun needs
To by fired, it’s bullets like him are
Expendable, always more to take their place.
Nothing like a good war, a noble cause
Which has God firmly on its side
Thought up by a presidential psycho
On his yacht on a Sunday morning
While a calm sea and fresh breeze
Tickles the blond call girl’s hair.
A moment of boredom and an
Unprovoked attack takes shape.
A couple of weeks of genocide
Watched by a paid audience
Eating from the same trough
Wishing they’d thought of it first
No, there’s nothing like a good war
A gentle genocide, a worthy cause
A mother tells her son, fight or you’ll
Go to prison, certain death is much better
She gets his boots, ten quid and a
Medal. He gets eternity. Nothing like
A good war?
David Cox 12/06/22
They were butchered in Bucha
Victims of unprovoked aggression
Wrapped in body bags of wickedness
Like chicken preserved in the cold room
What a world of brutality
What an act of bestiality
What a display of man’s inhumanity
It is man’s basest depravity
Let the world rise against this insanity
And bring the blood thirsty scoundrels
To the path of accountability
The world is watching
The God of the defenseless is taking stock
To mete out punishment
To perpetrators of crimes of war
3/24/22
The waters slow or they flow fast
Peaks with or without snow caps
An unpolished or flawless Topaz
Made mistakes and got road rash
Took a dab, sip of beer then smoked hash
Most of these h*** laugh
Sick of being a broke a**
Joke a**
With no cash
Meanwhile most cats will be no match
Can't even shovel your own crap
Know that you'll get a toe tag not a gold pass
it, I'll get it done with no mask
Time to mow the grass
Eliminate snakes and any known rats
Towards others people makes jokes at
Stemmed from prior history or an unprovoked act
Not going to live or in need of a bone graft
The evidence on a coat rack
It does not fit in these now modern times-
the news that's dominating our TVs.
With some gains made in world diplomacy-
these scenes of war are too hard to believe.
The Afghan war went on some twenty years;
yet threats of World War III seemed off the board,
since direful risks of nuclear weaponry
did grant discouragement for future wars.
And yet, it's happening before our eyes
two countries now engaged in fight or flee-
with fears of bringing others in the mix-
all NATO countries heading into war.
Though unprovoked, Ukrainians are caught
in war with sins against humanity!
Russia discounts rules of engagement, so
all women, men, and children are fair game!
How did this war slip back to brutish times-
now watching that Ukrainians must flee
to save their lives against the Russian plans
bombing their city Kyiv- and many more?
We had progressed ahead of former times
as fighting wars unveiled the awful costs.
But now, this war misfits- and perhaps peace-
is obsolete when enemies serve greed.
March 14, 2022
Contest: Kyiv Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
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